But now I knew that I could not live long, indeed chained in this dreadful charnel-house I prayed for death to release me from the horrors of such existence.

The day passed as before in sweltering heat, unbroken by any air or motion, and night came at last, made hideous by the barbarous ravings of the dying.

But even there and then I slept and dreamed that I was walking with my love in the vale of Waveney.
Towards the morning I was awakened by a sound of clanking iron, and opening my eyes, I saw that men were at work, by the light of lanterns, knocking the fetters from the dead and the living together.

As the fetters were loosed a rope was put round the body of the slave, and dead or quick, he was hauled through the hatchway.

Presently a heavy splash in the water without told the rest of the tale.